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Aye dark friends, again I was on duty. Darn, today twas a draw: I failed in 2 vs me once and succeeded in 2 vs me once. Hear my vow: I shall improve. Today I awoke too early; sleepy and dizzy I dressed in my armor and traveled to dungeon Covetous to look after our friends in the throne room. Upon entering I could not believe it: I get used to the sight of slaughtered Liches - no longer do I feel like crying, my blood just turns cold like ice. By now I know: to bring justice is like revenge. Tis is a dish best served cold. ShadowMane and his friend are slaughtering Liche after Liche. Aye, ShadowMane thou shall know: We, the Guardians of the Undead Lords sentence ye to death. So I thought when entering battle... When suddenly I felt the dizziness from my lack of sleep. My view blurred, my steps went slow and suddenly I saw the grey lands of the dead. Aye, ShadowMane I respect thy fighting style as I need to accept my failure. But insulting me after a fight 2:1 is inacceptable. Be assured: we will meet again and justice will prevail. In the evening I met Azalerin the Elder Liche. Harsh he was, when I explained to him that the other Guardians art still in training and that guarding Wind, Covetous and Deceit alone is not possible. He accepted my explanation and we agreed to clean all places where Liches live: step by step.
So from now on I concentrate on Wind till the next Guardian is on duty, so I may prepare the next place. Of course preparation means: wading in the gore and blood of those Liche killers. Eager to wash the name of GUL clean, I started duty in Wind after that meeting. When suddenly I saw: Deleron and Kalakuta. First of Kalakuta roamed the dungeon of Wind in search for something. He even came near to Azalerinīs rooms and attacked the Eldar Liche himself. Aye Deleron, thy intentions art obvious, thy miserable character deserves punishment and thy black soul cries for purging. Tis is da worst crime you may commit. You and thy kind is sentenced to death. Again Kalakuta went near Azalerin. Face the consequence: Fight a Guardian not a Liche. Again my feet went too slow, as Kalakuta cowardly tortured his horse for a fast escape. "We meet again!" I thought, when he came near again together with Deleron. Aye, like lambs to the butcherīs axe. They wert trying to kill Liches here in Wind! Face our wrath I thought, when suddenly my foot loosened a stone. A hallow sound was heard and yes: their heads turned and they saw me. Aye, twas not planned so I started plan B: separation and kill. I just went from corner to corner, straight to the exit of Wind. As you may know: lambs follow the butcher, so did they. Upon exit I awaited them and faced: Deleron. Aye Deleron face thy sentence now. Wounded, poisoned to death he ran, faster and faster, when finally: I could offer his soul salvation from my hands.
Aye dark friends, we are the healers of a wounded world. We offer those, who do wrong and commit crimes - salvation. We offer those murderers punishment and we offer them relief, relief of the pain of being alive, marked as a Liche killer. Leaving a crimson exit bag for Deleron I faced Kalakuta again. Again he cowardly tortured his poor horse to near death for save escape. Feeling pitty for the horse I did not try to outrun him, because I know: Kalakuta is a coward. He is one of the faint of heart: Stabbing a Liche, fleeing when facing a Guardian. Attacking when outnumbering the Guardian. Thou will enter Wind again - I know. And I? I will just say: "Thou will regret thy actions, ..." after plunging my kryss in his chest. Those of thy kind are marked as killers of Liche. The slaughterbank is awaiting thee, Kalakuta. Until next time my dark friends, Yours humble Guardian Horus Heresy
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